"I should have killed the emperor and given you the throne. I made a huge mistake, please forgive me," said Cilla, her seriousness and fierceness making Luke smile.
"Where did you get the idea that I wanted something like that from you?" Luke asked gently.
"I... I should have helped you... I should have restored your honour somehow," Cilla replied.
Luke's smile suddenly grew even wider. He couldn't take his eyes off Cilla's ashamed face.
"My honour doesn't matter to me. I'm no longer thinking about becoming emperor or anything else, Cilla. You might be disappointed, but my only wish is to live. To live without thinking about anything, surrounded by the people I care about." Luke said, kneeling down and standing right in front of Cilla.
